'Although I must the prison dree,
I will not change my love for thee.

'I will not change my lover fair
Not for the mother that me bare.

'I will not change my true lover
For friends, or for my father dear.'

'Now where are all my pages keen,
And where are all my serving men?

'My daughter must lie in the tower alway,
Where she shall never see the day.'

* * * * * *

Seven long years are past and gone
And there has seen her never one.

At ending of the seventh year
Her father goes to visit her.

'My child, my child, how may you be?'
'O father, it fares ill with me.

'My feet are wasted in the mould,
The worms they gnaw my side so cold.'